[She pointedly does not look at him, but does glance up when he asks, because she actually sort of feels like she does. And she has a horrible sinking feeling that says she's here because of him, and she doesn't know how to feel about that. She wraps the blanket a little tighter around herself and frowns at him, trying to mask the sudden worry.]
I don't know, I think I might. [It's called the Barge. She doesn't know how she knows that.]
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I don't know, I think I might. [It's called the Barge. She doesn't know how she knows that.]